Creeping Lord - Fear My Thoughts

I’m going insane in my cell they say I’ve been already been

Bars at the window chains on my wrists my lost life in sin

Don’t know how many times I hammered my fists against the wall

But the bleeding knuckles don’t bother me I feel no pain at all

Cowering all night in the corner of my cell

Whetting my fingernails on the cold and blackened stone

Visions of a war start spinning through my head

Scratching out my eyes my lost life in red

The creeping lord painting my world in pale

Tortured at war the battlefield the war machine

Out of control running wild I cannot think

Burying all deceptions even the water that I drink

Everything I lost now seems to come back to me

The memories hunting me I wished I could erase

The creeping lord painting my world in pale

Tortured at war the battlefield the war machine

Been seven days awake now the sun’s crawling over the hill

And the effect of what I took seems to fade

Taking a breath of morning air

Lying in the tall weeds but is it real

Memories of something cold, dark and silent, vague and very old

Feel the madness

They’re coming back for me

(The creeping lord painting my world)

The creeping lord painting my world in pale

Tortured at war the battlefield the war machine